Shopping

I'm not saying I hate shopping, but the wife and I have developed a plan to prevent my untimely death which seems to be brought to a point of acceleration by clothes shopping. We shop near a neighborhood bar and grill with sports on multiple televisions. That way, usually no more than an hour in, I can escape the end-level death throws that invariably occur at department stores.

Once, we almost waited too late, and I collapsed in the pant-suit section and had to be assisted out.